Official De* frowned, because he had no choice but to make decisions about what was happening in front of him. He was just a battalion commander stationed on the defense line. He had no right to issue orders such as letting more than 1,300 opponents cross the defense line. Thinking of this, he could only speak to the translator: "Tell him that I need to discuss with my boss before I can decide and let him wait patiently."

The translator quickly told the words of the German official to the Soviet civilian. The other party was obviously relieved after hearing this, and then nodded quickly to the translator and said, "Okay! OK! I can wait! We need food and place to settle down. Everyone is an elderly person and children. They don't carry any weapons. We will not cause any trouble. Please rest assured."

After listening to the translation, the De* official thought to himself: Don’t cause trouble for us? Providing food and accommodation places is already causing trouble for us... But he nodded, then turned around and found an officer, asking him to take the situation here to report to the regiment headquarters and ask him how to do it: "If possible, it is best to let the regiment commander react to General Karikov and let him make an idea."

The officer knew that the matter was important, so he lit his head and ran quickly along the trench to the regiment headquarters in the rear. Soon the regiment headquarters responded to the situation. The division commander reported the matter to General Karikov without any delay. General Karikov directly issued an order to allow the other party to leave Moscow under the German custody and go to the nearby prisoner of war camp to resettle.

"We don't have so many housing for you, so we can only place you in prisoners of war camps..." The person who told the other party that surrendered civilians was the deputy commander from the regiment headquarters. He was ordered to directly be responsible for accepting prisoners. After receiving the approval of his immediate superior, the deputy commander became much more tough when he spoke: "And you must go to the prisoner camp under our guard. Can you guarantee this?"

The translator quickly gave the answer from the civilian who came to negotiate: "They are willing to follow our arrangements, as long as we provide food and can give them a simple living environment... They will act uniformly according to our arrangements, and no one will carry weapons or anything."

"If there is no problem, you can let your people cross the defense line." After the deputy regiment commander nodded, he signaled that the reception work could start immediately. So the Soviet man shouted a short sentence like a code word to the opposite side. Two people wearing Soviet uniforms walked towards the German defensive positions with empty hands, carrying groups of men and women.

The muzzles pointed at these dense crowds. Even when they saw that most of the other parties were wrapped in white or almost white cloth strips, the German soldiers still pulled the bolts and pushed the bullets onto the barrel. They were used to it, and used to pointing their weapons at any enemy that had not yet died.

Several German volunteers carrying rifles also drew out their trenches. They walked to the center of the positions on both sides and stood in their own positions to maintain the crowded crowds of people flocking to the German positions. The women and children were unkempt because the water had been cut off in Moscow for almost a month.

These poor civilians looked at the passing German soldiers with their terrified eyes. Even though they were covered in dust, the German soldiers in front of them looked much more energetic than theirs. The fitted military uniforms and armed belts made the German army look very stylish, and they were holding weapons, and they looked more in line with the identity of a soldier than the few Soviet soldiers who maintained order with bare hands.

"You win." Staring at the German army opposite with a rifle, a Soviet Red Army soldier who had no armed belt said in Russian: "No matter what, you invaders won this war!"

The German soldier holding a gun glanced at the other party and said in standard Russian: "I am Ukrainian, boy... Stalin snatched our wheat, and no matter when we live or die, I swear I will take back all the lost things!"

"Ukrainians? We are all Soviets, why do you hate us so much?" The young Soviet soldier obviously did not expect the other party to speak Russian, nor did he expect the other party to be a Ukrainian. He felt that Ukraine was part of the Soviet Union, and the people there should be like them, hating the German invaders.

"The Germans helped us rebuild our homes and drove away the Russians who exploited us. This is why we helped them! Go to Kiev to see, which is countless times better than when Stalin's tyrant ruled!" The Ukrainian German army said coldly to the young man in front of him with a look of contempt.

The young man lowered his head a little lonely, and then muttered to himself: "I understand a little, understand why we lost this war."

For Ukraine and Belarus, the outcome of this war was just to change them to a ruler. They did not have a sense of belonging to the Soviet Union in their bones, which led to their rapid reversal of Germany. The Soviet Union's exploitation of these places was too serious, so serious that they did not treat these places as their own territory...

"Smoke?" The Ukrainian German army looked at the other party's young face and suddenly asked inexplicably. While asking, he took out a cigarette box and pulled out one from it and held it in his mouth. Seeing the Soviet soldier shook his head, he put away the cigarette box, then took out a match, lit the cigarette on his mouth, threw the chocolate candy left in his pocket to the Soviet soldier, and then stopped talking.

On this day, there was no gunfire on the position, only dense footsteps. No matter how long it took, it did not stop. Countless Soviet civilians passed by their own positions, the German positions, and walked towards the invisible prisoners of war camps in the distance. Countless rivers formed by people gathered together, filling one prisoner of war camp after another, and then overflowing, but they were still vast and seemed to have no end forever.
Chapter completed!